Perfect Seduction

Never before in his life had the dreadlord resisted as much as he did now. The Highborne girl beneath him… her sweat-slickened skin rubbing against his hard body, her perfectly sculpted curves, soft and firm in all the right places, squirming against him, grinding into him, her need so utterly apparent…
He could despoil her now, ravish her purity here and now, against the backdrop of the glowing Well of Eternity, its luminescence bathing them in vibrant blue light. But Anetheron had his orders, slaking his lust with one mortal girl was not worth the eternal damnation of failing Lord Kil’jaeden. But how badly he wanted it! Star writhed beneath him, her mind set ablaze by the infusion of forbidden magic, her nerve endings tingled with sparks. Her pale eyes glimmered with sheer ecstasy as arcane power flowed through her, her lavender skin glowing with a mystic aura. Everything seemed so incredible to the Highborne woman, it was as if new life had been breathed into the most mundane objects. Every touch wracked her senses, her dainty hands brushing against Anetheron’s chest sent chills down her spine. She could taste the sheer power dripping off him, oozing out of every pore, addicting magic that scorched any sense of rationality. The tip of her fingers slowly grazed down Anetheron’s chest, her touch a calming breeze across his abs, down further, until her long, slender digits slid into his loose, silky white robes. Exploring, digging, her fingers ventured into the darkness of his robes, until her hand brushed against his rock-hard erect shaft. Star’s soft touch trickled across the long, bumpy shaft, moving ever so slowly, feeling out each bump and valley on the burning piece of flesh. How it pulsed in her hands, her fingers wrapped around his cock, his burning hot blood rushing into his shaft…

“We can’t do this…” Anetheron’s protest was weak, half-hearted. His mind raged with his heart, the fiercely calculating logic of the Nathrezim, warring against the same chaotic and impulsive blood of demons that coursed through him.
“S-stop…” Star kissed his bare chest, a flurry of slow, lingering kisses that emblazoned his mind. Her soft, velvety lips caressed his pectorals, a soft, audible “pop” as she lay kisses on his nipple. “Mmmm… I can’t resist, Master…” Star’s hot, slimy tongue snaked across his hard chest, the coarse, bumpy texture brushing across his most sensitive areas, so agonizingly slow… so burningly hot, leaving a trail of her wet saliva in its wake, so maddeningly hot in stark contrast to the chilly night air.

The dreadlord trembled in his Highborne disguise, his body shaking as Star’s expert tongue grazed across his body, so tantalizing, so enflamed with lust. The way her eyes closed, her face in a peaceful demeanor, her soft nose pressed against his body, sliding across… That was when he felt the girl’s hand tighten, squeezing his rapidly stiffening erection. Her soft, supple hands slowly slid across his shaft, her slender fingers skimmed across his heated skin, slickening, his body heat coursing from his flesh into her nimble hands. Her fingertips played soft, gentle strokes with his ballsack, the flat of her nail pressing into the soft, malleable sack, feeling the source of her Master’s burning passion. Anetheron watched as the angel below him breathed, her breath slow at first, quickening as her fingers increased its pace around his shaft, her breath coming harder, her chest heaving up and down, pressing her yielding titflesh into his hard musculature… her nostrils drank deep the swirling red mist of demonic power, each breath more intoxicating that the last, each one bringing her to higher states of pure bliss.

“Kiss me, master… kiss me…” Anetheron was in shock as the possessed Highborne girl wrapped her free arm around his neck, pulling his head towards her hungry lips, slickened with her own juices, brimming with arousal. The demon poured every ounce of willpower in his arsenal into stopping himself, his mouth a mere hair’s breadth from Star’s burning lips. “Please…” Her voice was different now, she was begging. An urgent need was evident in her groveling, her sultry voice was as if she begged for water in the desert. “Please, master… I need you so badly…”